A/N: Update 9.
Touch the Sky
24. Rebirth
Mercury was immobile, time melding into one as delirious fever gripped him constantly. He was too-warm-too-hot-too-much and nothing all at once.
He couldn't feel his feet. The bandages tied clumsily around his thighs barely covered exposed bone.
One day, the fever seemed to break. The world was clear. His Aura began to recover. He couldn't feel his legs, and every movement felt like pins and needles, nauseating as his limbs refused to cooperate; still, in his sickened, twisted clarity, there was only one thing left to do.
His father was sleeping in the next room, an empty bottle long-having fallen from his hands. Mercury could walk- barely. He picked up the bottle. It was weighty in his hands.
He smashed it down onto his father's head and turned to look for gasoline.